𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧

𝐎𝐧𝐞

Sebastian couldn't think of anywhere better to be.
He was sprawled our under the moon,  gazing up at the glistening stars that speckled the navy blue sky like glitter on a canvas, soaking in the cool air that dove  through the crisp grass, making a soft melody for only his young ears to hear.

The stars reflected into his blue hues, brightening the icy colour to show its full beauty. His soft, honey glazed skin was shadowed by the branches of a tree beside his calm body, covering his entirety to show the large cracks of his being. The bruises and scars he had earned from stupid little mistakes that his intoxicated father blew to the max.

The grass tickled his skin, over the large purple welts, cigarette marks, cuts from the breaking of a glass. Though it was quiet, Sebastian could still hear it. Could still hear the screams and cries of his mother, begging, pleading for his father to stop. Could still hear the smashing of glass, the tumbling of a suitcase, her whisper goodbye, the slam of the door.  He could still hear what had happened months ago.

Behind those beautiful, jaw dropping blue eyes Sebastian had gotten from his mother, were pain, sorrow, mourning. They were waiting for someone, anyone to just prove that they cared, that they could see through those walls Sebastian had learnt to build, wrap him in their arms and tell him that everything was gonna be okay. That Sebastian would make it through this time. That he would get away from that man.

But no one had. No one could see the light in his eyes beginning to fade. The hope that he could escape deteriorating. No one seemed to care.

As he laid under the moon, staring up at the glistening stars across a canvas they have been taught was the sky, Sebastian could only listen to the melody the wind and wilderness provided him, the reminder that he was alive. Could only breathe in, exhale, and breathe out. Could only shed held back tears. Could only grip onto the grass beneath him for some kind of support as those very words echoed throughout his mind.

"You're my speck of stardust. My hope, my charismatic little boy."

Those very words his mother would say every night before he was tucked into bed.

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